MEN. Why, what ails them? Are they not (as I promised thee) friends with thee?
APP. Friends with me! nay, rather frenzy. I never knew them in such a case in all my life.
MEN. Sure, they drank too much, and are mad for love of thee.
APP. They want Common Sense amongst them. There's such a hurlyburly. Auditus is stark deaf, and wonders why men speak so softly that he cannot hear them. Visus hath drunk himself stark blind, and therefore imagineth himself to be Polyphemus. Tactus is raging mad, and cannot be otherwise persuaded but he is Hercules furens. There's such conceits amongst them.
SCAENA SEXTA.
VISUS, APPETITUS, MENDACIO.
VIS. O, that I could but find the villain Outis[302],
Outis the villain, that thus blinded me!
MEN. Who is this? Visus?
APP. Ay, ay, ay; otherwise called Polyphemus.
VIS. By heaven's bright sun, the day's most glorious eye,
That lighteneth all the world but Polypheme.
And by mine eye, that once was answerable
Unto that sun, but now's extinguished—